My Best friend
My best friend is a Jewish guy called Jesu. He works at the corner-shop where he works for his father. They sell basic goods such as groceries, milk, bread and cigarettes. It is a regular corner-shop. The old man is a bit grumpy, and me and him don’t talk much. He just greets me curtly then goes about his business again in the shop. I hang out there sometimes and Jesu gives me free Cokes on the house. If he doesn’t like a customer, he sometimes short-changes him a bit. He makes a lot of extra money for himself this way. I don’t think the old man knows about it, or else he just doesn’t care. Me and Jesu are best friends. He is my closest confidant and friend. My life without my bosom pal would be incomplete. Sometimes after he has closed the shop, and his father has gone home, he comes and visits me at my house. We talk about girls, and fast cars, and good times. We listen to our favourite music. We can talk all night.
One day when we both retire, we want to go live down at the coast. Some nice tropical spot with white beaches and calm seas. Here we will sit relaxing in deck-chairs, him with a beer in his hand, and I maybe smoking a joint; a cooler bag of beers close by under an umbrella. We will watch the waves rolling over the tranquil sea, and washing out onto the shore. As we talk we will admire the beautiful bodies of women in bikinis passing us by on the beach…
